Ch46 - A damned old man who had lived for seven hundred years (1/2)
4.7 – A damned old man who had lived for seven hundred years
translator: xiin
editor: BlueBug & alamerysl
Russell finished the last part of the mecha and finally completed all the work that had to be done today.
He breathed a sigh of relief, said goodbye to the uncle at the factory, then trotted all the way outside to buy two bags of bread from a roadside shop before rushing home in a hurry.
Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.
Just after he entered the door, he was choked by a pair of big hands around his throat. Russell was still young; his entire body was directly lifted up, both feet dangling in mid-air. His face began to turn red from the interrupted blood flow, and he fluttered in a panic, shaking the bag in his hand as he spoke, “I am not an enemy! Hurry and put me down!”
Due to years of frugality and saving up money to buy inhibitors, Russell’s body was very small, and even though he was close to eighteen years old, he still looked like a teenager who had not yet grown up.
At this moment, Russell’s eyes were red from the man’s actions, his life hung on the balance and struggled in his hands. It was both fresh and beautiful.
Luther had such a moment of hesitation before he let Russell down, though he still watched him vigilantly.
As an alpha, Luther’s instincts remained unchanged even though he woke up badly injured and had none of his original memories. He remained alert.
Russell gasped for breath, rubbing his chest and feeling his heart still thumping wildly, but there was no resentment or blame towards the young man who had grabbed him.
Three days ago, he had picked him up from the recycling station. He had exerted a lot of effort in order to bring the seriously injured man back, dragging and tugging the whole way home. He then cleaned and medicated his wounds.
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“You finally woke up.” He seemed to have finally recovered from the danger just now, placing the bread on the only table in his home before sitting down in a chair beside it. He opened the bag of bread. “Are you feeling better? You were badly injured. Although I studied the process in school, I can’t guarantee that I can deal with your wounds properly.”
It was not easy for Russell to be able to find medicine to heal Luther’s wounds on this remote planet that was unknown light years away from the capital star. It could be said that this was a fateful encounter.
If Luther had not married Ashley in the first place, no matter how they fell in love, it would not have affected Xue Ling’s affairs. However, Luther was ‘a husband who was taken’. It could be excused that he had lost his memories, but the most disgusting thing was that even after recovering his memories, he still continued with his resolution to mark Russell.
Xue Ling felt that this was adultery within a marriage, and had nothing to do with true or false love.
Luther right now had no memories, and the actions he had just made were all from his subconscious. After confirming that his life was not threatened, Luther relaxed a little and began to look at Russell.
He could not understand what Russell was asking him, so he frowned and said, “Who are you?”
Russell took a bite out of the bread. It didn’t have much taste, but it did fill the stomach. “My name is Russell Johnson. I’m a mecha pilot, and also an apprentice learning some mecha design and production.” Such a harsh environment did not stand a chance at wearing away at the protagonist’s spirit. They were always like this; even if they were in the slums, the halo on their head would still be shining.
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“Mecha pilot?” Something seemed to flash through his mind, Luther pressed a hand against his head and asked the next question: “Then… Who am I?”
“Eh?” Russell incredulously raised his head and gave the man a confused look.
At this time, Russell’s somewhat joyful mood from before disappeared completely.
When encountering an unidentified person on planet 7-818, there were two possibilities. The first, was a person thrown down from the battlefield. After all, the planet was very close to the front lines. Although most of the soldiers that were found were common soldiers, Russel was very willing to rescue an elite soldier of the Emperor. Perhaps he would even receive some compensation, which would allow him to buy more inhibitors before he left the planet.
Other than soldiers, the only people who would come here were those who have been exiled. They could be nobles, or civilians, but in any case, they had committed crimes, and then on the way to their exile, they had gotten kicked down and accidentally landed here.
Russell felt that Luther was still more like a soldier, although he had no proof of identity or anything on his body. When Russell had found him, he had been black all over and his face could not be clearly seen; he had obviously been burnt. But Russell just thought that this man should be a soldier, and a very good soldier at that. If that was the case, then he would be able to get more money.
But now?
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This man was asking him who he was?
Heavens, if you ask me, then who should I ask?
While the protagonists were meeting for the first time and did not know what to do with each other, Xue Ling’s fleet had already set out for the front lines and started the first interstellar transfer.
His main starship, together with the starships behind him, were all composed of mecha pilots that combined together were larger than the forces that the Prince had brought with him when he left. But these people were not like the Prince’s guards, who had developed feelings with the Prince from childhood. They were roughly divided into three parts, and were not completely under Xue Ling’s control.
The army that was directly under Xue Ling’s control and closest to him was the Rhine family’s legion. They were the guards trained by the Rhine Family for Xue Ling, and were intended to become Xue Ling’s military strength after he became Queen, and represented the Empire’s Queen. They had been under Warren’s command previously, and should have been handed over to Xue Ling on his eighteenth birthday when he became an adult, but the situation had changed too quickly, and Warren could not manage so much, so Xue Ling was very happy to take over their command.
At least he could rest assured that these people were brought up to be his private soldiers, and they were loyal to the point where if he said that he wanted to kill the Prince, they would not even blink as they directly went follow his orders.
Another legion was sent by the military headquarters. They were always neutral and loyal to the Empire. Their relations with the royal family were not very strong, but Xue Ling had observed them for a few days, and found that they did not resent him too much. To be exact… they did not dislike this face of his.
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The remaining legion was the army appointed by the old King, which seemed to be his private soldiers. The old King had said that he had given full command to Xue Ling, but in fact, these people did not seem to value the Princess very highly. They did not have a good attitude when they saw Xue Ling, and they seemed to think that he was going to the front lines just to make a mess.
After observing these armies and their officers for several days, Xue Ling had an approximate grasp on their strength and tempers. So, His Highness the Princess rubbed his hands together, got ready for a fight, and issued a challenge to all the members of the three legions.